Date: Thu, 8 Jul 2004 22:15:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Buky
Subject: The Borg, chapter 11
This story is fictional in every account, contains graphic
sexual language, depiction of homosexual sex acts, and is
not intended for audiences who are under the age of 18 years
old or do not wish to read it. You have been warned and the
author assumes no liability in placing this wherever it is
placed, read by whoever, or how it is used. The Borg and
Star Trek are registered trademarks of Paramount Pictures
and are used here with respect to Paramount. No humans or
Borg were harmed during the writing of this story, and
hopefully, all the animals in my computer case decided it
was time to move.
This is Sci-Fi, not celebrity!
The Borg
By Buky-18
kael116@yahoo.com
Chapter 11 - On the Road to Activation
The drones waited several minutes for whatever change
that was taking place inside of me to finish. My body ached
and my muscles were sore. The pain in my arms and legs
subsided. Little devices were being constructed and altered
- the nanoprobes were changing the implants in and on my
body.
One by one the drones assimilating me swarmed around
me. Naked drones 1, 2, 4, and 5 surrounded me on each side
while staring down at me. Seeing the drones from this angle
was completely different - their implant riddled bodies
looked to have a smoothness that I had never noticed about
drones. The skin and the implants melded flawlessly and
there were no ugly parts of these drones' bodies. They
gathered so close that their feet touched me.
Simultaneously, they picked me up by my arms and legs
and carried me back to the assimilation table. As the
drones lay me on the cold table my head slumped to the side,
as my neck was limp. A drone took hold of my jaw and
pointed my face toward the ceiling and clamped my head down
to the table headrest.
My point of view was fixed and I could only stare up at
the ceiling. In my peripheral vision, I saw two naked
drones #1 & #4 approach my head and pick up small surgical
instruments. Bracing one hand on my forehead and my cheek,
they inserted the tips of the sharp tools into each
connector that had been implanted into my skin and bone on
the right side of my face/head. As the pikes were inserted,
the connector opened and was made ready to accept something.
After each connector was prepared, it made a soft whirring
sound after they removed the pikes.
The drones then inserted some object into my right ear.
I could not see it, but it was small and shaped like my ear
canal. Everything went silent. There were wires that
sprouted from the device, which they then extended from the
thing in my ear outwards toward my pinnae. At the outer
edge of my ear, they implanted spikes or pins. The thin
wires (they inserted about 30 pins) were wrapped tightly
around the pins then the pins were driven down into my
skull. This had the effect of flattening my ear against my
head, besides putting something in my ear.
A few moments after my ear was flattened, a small tube
started to writhe out of my ear, closer to my jaw. The tube
burst through the skin and totally blocked my ear canal. I
could no longer feel or hear anything - something had
ruptured my eardrum. All that was left was a slight
tingling sensation.
This tube that extended from my jaw was pinned down
with similar and bigger pins, then wrapped around the
outside of my ear. It was then clamped down to my skull
with a few small metal plates/braces. Small pieces of skin
were removed to allow for the implantation of several layers
of circuitry. They attached the circuitry to the new wires
holding my ear flat against my head and then placed metal
plates over the open wounds. They used a dermal regenerator
to heal the incisions.
Naked drone #1 picked up a rectangular piece of metal
plating that had 2 triangular outcroppings. On one side of
the plate there were thousands of tiny pins and male
connectors that were the opposite of the connectors in my
face. The other side of the plate had several cylindrical
devices and circuits on it. Naked drone #3 took it out of
naked drone #1's hand, picked up the plate and fitted it
over the implanted connectors on the right side of my head,
right over my ear. Naked drone #1 then pushed on the left
side of my head while drone #4 pressed it firmly into my
head. I could feel the pins puncturing my skin and being
bonded with the bone underneath. As the connectors came
into contact, the plate and my skull became one. Naked
drone #1 used a fusing device to meld the metal with skin.
After the plate was secured, they began to implant 3
tubes in my head/face. The first tube was implanted near my
nose on the right side of my face, very close to my eye.
After coming out of my skin it traveled at a 45 degree angle
to the bottom triangular protrusion of the metal plate. The
next tube was implanted in my left cheek then wrapped around
the back of my head to be implanted in the base of my skull.
The third tube was implanted in my forehead and wrapped
around my head, then attached to the implant covering my
right ear.
Naked drone #4 picked up another device from the tray
of implants near my head. He held it over my left eye. A
bright light pulsed on my face; I was temporarily blinded.
Naked drone #1 then held a metal plate over my eye and
started to push down. It was a Borg sensorscope. He
twisted the attachment and pressed down firmly against my
face. I heard several snapping sounds, then the implant
itself pulled the sensor scope onto my face. Little metal
needles/claws detached and dug into my skin, boring through
bone and tissue. The sensorscope was permanently attached
to my face. My eye was gone forever.
Gathering strange looking dental tools, the drones were
obviously preparing to alter my mouth. Naked drone #4
opened my mouth very wide and inserted a clamp so that my
jaw would stay in position. My limp tongue lay at the back
of my mouth - ready for whatever they were going to do.
Very carefully, the drones used sharp surgical pikes
and dental tools to examine my teeth. I have three
fillings.they seemed to be removing them. In a matter of
moments the drones had removed all the dental work that had
been done to me. I so wished I could have watched what was
going on, but unfortunately, it was a mystery to me other
than the feeling of a stiff rod being implanted into each
tooth from the back that had a small metal ball on the end.
They were positioned behind my teeth so that they did not
show.
On the roof of my mouth, the drone inserted hundreds of
micro pins, and then snaked the tube feeding through my
cheek to the back of my throat. They connected it to some
strange device that I had not noticed before when I examined
the work done after I was put out. Naked drone #1 lay a
thin layer of metal etching around the area below my tongue,
pulled my tongue out, and pinned the etching to the bottom
of my mouth. While my tongue was pulled out, it was studded
with thousands and thousands of the pin devices. After
that, naked drone #4 removed the clamp and shut my mouth.
After they were finished with my mouth, they propped up
my head so that I could observe what was being done to my
body.
My right foot was of particular interest to them. The
implants they had inserted underneath my toenails turned to
a silver color. Etchings seemed to radiate outwards from
the nail to the knuckles. There was a servo underneath each
ankle that was protruding from my skin, as well as the two
tubes in my foot. Using surgical pikes, they opened the
ports on my ankles and clamped down the tubes implanted in
my skin. Moving up my leg, they installed clamps on the
tubes, then bonded the clamp to my skin. The tubes no
longer moved freely and hung loose, but they did stretch
with the movement of my leg.
The drones held my right leg in the air, making it
almost perpendicular to the table. Naked drone #3 stuck
little adhesive bits of metal to the biggest section of all
my muscles in my foot, calve, and thigh. In all, there were
about 20-30 of these little devices. After they were
applied, naked drone #4 came along with a spring-loaded
hammer like device. He placed it over each of the implants
and activated it. The hammer came down as the two
perpendicular rods and slammed the devices into my skin.
Small needles extended from the devices and bore into my
muscles, securing the spider shaped implants to my body.
Once implanted the devices were barely noticeable -
they didn't stand out and weren't large; the only indication
that they were there was a small (very small) lump in my
skin and a slight metal bumped protrusion about 3mm in
diameter.
The drones lowered my leg and placed it on the table
and moved to my left leg. Their visual inspection proceeded
slowly as they examined every single crevice of my foot and
leg. Naked drone #3 applied thin metal etchings to some of
my skin around the blue material that was permanently
adhered to my body. The underside of my toes was of
particular interest to them, but I couldn't see why.
Moments after applying about a dozen of the etchings on
my toes, arch, and sole, the drones lifted my left leg up as
they had my right leg. Just as before, naked drone #3 stuck
the spider shaped devices to my major muscles, about 30 in
all, and then naked drone #4 "integrated" then with my body.
Once that was complete, they lowered my leg and moved on.
Naked drone #3 walked away for a moment only to return
carrying a rather large piece of equipment in his hands. I
instantly recognized what it was.it was a manipulator arm.
On one end were what appeared to be surgical instruments and
on the other was a large port. Long tubes dangled from
various parts of the manipulator that swayed as he walked
toward me. When he reached my table naked drone #1 stopped
the inspection and held up my right arm. While it was
elevated, he held the connector that was attached to my
wrist and made sure it was parallel with the incoming
manipulator arm. Naked drone #3 held up the manipulator
attachment at a 45-degree angle with the table and closed
the gap between my stump and the manipulator.
As the manipulator port came into contact with my
stump, the two seemed to have a magnetic attraction to one
another. The manipulator assembly instantly clamped onto my
arm and with the aid of the drones, servos activated to lock
the device in place. It was part of me now.
Two drones then moved to my waist, one of which was
naked drone #1, but the second drone I had never seen
before. From what I could see, waist up, was that his penis
and groin was heavily altered and that there was a large
manipulator assembly attached to his left arm. The first
naked drone held my penis at the base between his forefinger
and thumb, pinching tightly, then removed the cockring that
had been there from hours ago. The other naked drone
lowered his manipulator arm around my penis and allowed it
to enter the assembly. As he finished engulfing my penis,
he activated the device. I couldn't tell what was
happening, but I feared for the sake of my genitals. I knew
of drones that had their genitals removed and I really
didn't want to be castrated.
He deactivated his manipulator arm after several
minutes, then unlocked the seal around the base of my cock
and removed the device. My penis flopped onto my belly in a
way it had never done before. They had not removed my penis
after all...they had made it larger - I would say about 7"
flaccid. The Borg had just made the impossible possible -
they made my penis bigger! After observing the flaccid
size, naked drone #1 reached over and took it into his
mouth. Within moments I had a full erection, probably over
9". As soon as I was hard, the drone took it out of his
mouth and held my penis at the base. Although it was much
larger than it had been, it still lacked girth and
substance. The head was disproportionately larger than the
rest of my penis.
The penis enlarger drone lowered his manipulator over
my penis and once again closed the seal at the base. For
ten minutes I waited while the drone did something
inconceivable to my penis. Without warning and with no
indication of stopping, he disengaged and removed the
enlarging arm. What I saw I could not believe. Rather, I
refused to believe it. My penis was over 2.5" thick and 9"
soft. The veins pulsed in my penis, making it look ever
more alive. The head was perfectly proportional to the
width. It flopped onto my implant-covered belly with a
heavy meaty sound.
Getting me hard was more difficult this time for naked
drone #1. He pinched my cock and started to jerk me off.
After a few minutes of working it, he eventually got me nice
and hard. Instead of growing in length and size like a
regular penis, my penis only got hard and grew a little bit.
While it was over 10", and nothing to laugh at, it was not
as big as some of the penises I had seen on the various
drones. While erect and full size, naked drone #1 held it
up while naked drone #3 started to apply adhesive metal
strips to the head of my penis. The strips were about 2mm
in width and radiated outwards from my piss slit toward the
rim of the head. He placed 19 of these strips then naked
drone #2 studded the entire surface of my penis with the
small pins that were all over the rest of my body. The pins
were so dense that it changed the color of my dick.
Naked drone #1 released my penis and it sprang onto my
stomach. I was still hard after over 30 minutes of
relentless work by drones. Precum leaked from the head of
my altered cock onto my stomach, slowly accumulated, and
rolled off the edge of my stomach in small beaded droplets.
Even after they had stopped touching my cock it would not
soften. I stayed hard throughout the rest of the time of my
assimilation.
While they were working on my groin, two other drones
were permanently attaching the manipulator assembly to my
arm. They began placing pieces of metal plating over the
gaps and a housing mechanism over a large portion of my
forearm and some of my upper arm. Organic looking metal
plates were grafted over the joint of my elbow. As they
attached the movable plates and housing, my arm took on a
very Borg like look. I guess that's to be expected from
being assimilated. What I hadn't noticed before is how
organic and fluid these manipulators were structured. It
wasn't like a piece of machinery; it was smooth, long, and
erotic. The joining of the metal to my arm was fitting and
graceful...not a mish mash of dominant technology over
biology. It was made to be part of me, like it always
belonged.
My left thigh was in a situation similar to my right
foot and my head - there were metal ports in an outlined
shape over my entire left thigh. Three naked drones
inserted the same metal pikes used on my feet and head to
open the ports on my left leg. After they were done on the
front of my leg, they pointed my foot toward the ceiling and
lifted my leg as far as it would go. I could feel the
speedo adhered to my body stretch as well as the feeling of
metal rubbing against metal. The drones opened all the
ports and bent my knee at a 90-degree angle with my leg.
Naked drone #1 approached from a dark corner carrying a
strange looking metal frame. It was about the size of my
thigh, had a giant elliptical gap in the front and back of
it, and had millions of tiny pins on the inside of it. He
arrived at the table and stretched the plating open. The
plating was flexible and pliable, so much so that I didn't
think it was metal. When they started fitting it over the
lower end of my thigh and aligning it with my waist, I knew
it was metal. The cold temperature and the sound of their
hands clinking against it were distinct.
The plating was pressed against my skin and stretched
so that it surrounded my thigh along the ports in my leg.
Small popping sounds signaled that it was going well and
attaching to my led. Pressing against it forced the pins
into my skin. Instantly, the plating, which was very much
like that of tactical drone plating, was part of me. They
lowered my leg and examined how it fit with my waist and
speedo line. Naked drone #1 held my knee in one hand and my
foot in the other while he stretched my leg. I could only
guess they were testing movability, but I can't really begin
to understand much of the process. No adjustment was
necessary and the flexible metal looked amazing. The tubes
in my thigh were connected to cylinders on the armor and
tightened. Each tube noticeably distended from my skin.
On my right thigh, tubes were being inserted into my
skin and into the cylinders on the metal strips affixed to
my leg. There were ten, maybe twenty tubes snaking around
my right thigh - one went up to my right hip and was
inserted above the underwear line, and another ascended the
curve of my butt cheeks my back.
Naked drone #3 continued to place the small spider
shaped devices along my major muscle groups while the other
drones would integrate them. My torso was next, but they
only implanted the devices along my sides - my stomach and
chest were ignored. My arms were not ignored, however.
Peppering my arms with dozens of the devices, they worked
from my wrists (what was left of them) to my shoulders and
upper arms.
Pausing for a moment to adjust the last of the tubes on
the front of my body, they were now ready to finish my back.
Seven drones, two tactical, as well as all the naked drones
that were working on me, carefully flipped me over onto my
stomach - I was still completely limp. Naked drone #4
adjusted the headrest so that my head lay flat and I could
breathe.
It was disconcerting that I could not see what they
were doing. The drones were altering my body, claiming it
for the Borg, and I was powerless to stop them - never mind
the fact that I had submitted willingly. I wanted to be a
drone. Now that I am finally here at this point, I have to
admit that I had fantasized about being assimilated for
quite some time. I was being assimilated and I didn't know
what to think. My cock was still rock hard, shoved against
the left side of my waist - it was so big I could feel it
poking out and getting fresh air. The drones were
implanting more tubes. I knew the feeling of an incision
being made, a tube shoved deep underneath my skin, and the
incision being healed/closed. I had felt it many times over
the past days.
I had no idea how long I had been here. I have been
lying on this table for hours upon hours - I'd been in
surgery and I had awoken with no reference to gauge the
passing of time except the completion of one of my fellow
assimilatees. In my memory, only a week ago, I had been
performing my regular duties, thinking of Kevon, and going
about the daily routine. It was so boring - get up, shower,
go on duty, go off duty, and have nothing but ships computer
functions to regulate. There were social things and there
certainly were other gay men on board who I shared the
occasional suck and fuck with, but nothing to hold my
interest. I had ample time to speculate about what things
would be like if I had done things differently. What would
have happened if I had not joined Starfleet? Would I have
gotten a job and found someone I loved?
A drone walked in front of my field of vision. The
bare skin and implant speckled feet were instantly
recognizable as belonging to a naked drone, but I could not
tell which drone. The pair of feet moved directly below my
head and the penis came into view. It was a covered drone -
the flexible plating all over his body left exposed parts
while accentuating his musculature. The penis was long - as
long, or longer than mine...but it was fatter and more
heavily altered. As he implanted a tube into the back of my
neck, his penis swayed from side to side. I felt a second
tube being implanted in the back of my neck, but quickly
realized it was the other end of the first tube that had
been implanted. He backed up and walked away. I was again
left only with the sensation of action on my back.
At the time battle of Wolf 359, I was only 11 years
old. I joined Starfleet because it was a chance to explore
and see new things. By the time I was 20, I was onboard a
starship and had the rank of ensign. That's the first time
we encountered the Borg. It was a flyby of a dead planet
where a cube had crashed for unknown reasons. We didn't
investigate and we didn't land. We observed and ran. No
one waits around for the Borg to regenerate. I jerked off
that night imagining I was on the planet being assimilated.
The next time, the ship had been near the edge of
Federation territory looking for signs of Borg activity I
had almost considered stealing a shuttle and flying it
directly toward a cube. My eagerness to experience
assimilation was erotic and strange - I didn't want to be a
slave, but I did want to be changed. I heard assimilation
was painful and I had no real wish for pain...I still wanted
it. I didn't steal that shuttle, but I wished I had.
A different pair of feet appeared where I could see
them, but they were the unaltered feet belonging to the
penis enlarger drone. I imagined what a letdown it must be
to be assimilated and become a mere penis enlarger - no
implants besides his cock, head, and manipulator arm. He
didn't look like a drone - he looked unfinished.
This wasn't so bad so far.and I had consented to my
assimilation. I wondered how many other people...men...men
like me that this had been done to in this way. Certainly
the ones who were assimilating me underwent a similar
procedure. Were they willing? Did they dream about it?
Did they get excited and jerk off at the thought of being
strapped to an assimilation table and assimilated?
Only now, I didn't wonder. The drones were implanting
many of the small spider shaped devices in my back and
shoulders. Tubes were clamped down and secured to my body.
I didn't have to fantasize anymore..I WAS being assimilated,
albeit not as I had imagined, but who could have imagined
such a thing as naked drones?
I couldn't see what was going on. I could only feel
the parts of my body they were touching.scratch
that.altering and assimilating. It took a moment for me to
come out of my thoughts and realize that they had stopped.
Motion around me had stopped. No more hands or
surgical instruments were touching me. The tables around me
were still busy but mine was still. Suddenly I felt them
turning me on my back again. I was greeted by the sight of
the assimilation chamber and my fellow assimilatees. Many
were as far along as I was. They carefully lay me on the
table and adjusted the headrest back to normal position.
Green light was filtering through the ceiling and a
mist...no, a fog spilled over the chamber walls and into the
room. The drones assimilating me stood still. All activity
stopped. I could see the mass of the collective beyond the
wall of the assimilation chamber. Millions of eyes watched
as I lay there naked, broken, bruised, filled with implants,
unable to move, and truly and utterly powerless.
The naked drone I had sucked off - the one that used to
be wearing the green Speedo - picked me up on my left side,
and naked drone #4 picked me up by my right side. My limp
legs dangled over the edge of their hands and dragged on the
floor as I was taken towards the corner of the room with the
large tanks. It stank. It reeked of a horrid smell. A
hint of hyacinth and a load of rancid unwashed cock smell
bathed the entire section.
They approached one of the tanks while a tactical drone
operated the controls. The tank drained and the top seal
disengaged and lowered the rim to the level of the deck.
Inside was a metal frame with several straps obviously
intended to hold me. The drones stood me upright and lay me
against the upright frame. Naked drone #4 held me against
the frame while the green speedo drone fastened my feet into
the straps. He fastened the ankle straps, then the knee
straps, the two straps around my waist, one around my
stomach, then one around my chest/shoulders. After securing
my body in the frame, they connected two thick tubes to the
ports near my groin. Naked drone #4 released his hold on me
and held my head up. The green speedo drone opened my mouth
and fitted some sort of ring in my mouth that kept it open.
My lips eased around the edges and I breathed freely
from my mouth and nose. Naked drone #4 released my head,
letting it dangle and face the floor. My semi-hard cock was
straining against the strap so the green speedo drone freed
it. My cock hung downward, looking very similar to both of
the drone's cocks. I felt them release their hands as they
backed up. The tactical drone backed up, the containment
field was activated, and the chamber was sealed.
As my head was not strapped down and the fact that I
could not move, my head slumped and I was left staring at my
feet, not knowing what was going to happen. I could barely
breathe. My body rested tightly strapped in the frame as
fluid began to fill the containment field from the bottom.
The field was shaped like my body and the frame - it
extended two or three inches from me. I could feel the
liquid as it passed over my body. At first, it happened
slowly...it covered my feet and got dense as it rose. After
a few minutes the liquid was up to my waist. With my body
disappearing in the metallic liquid I started to panic. It
was slowly creeping upwards and engulfing me. The fluid
eventually rose above my head and I could no longer breathe.
I choked and sputtered, but still could not move. The thing
in my mouth stopped me from closing it.
The field filled to the top. I stood there and slowly
used up the last of the oxygen in my lungs. I was drowning.
The fluid entered my lungs and I tried to choke it out, but
there was too much fluid and no air. Within moments my
lungs were filled with the familiar metallic tasting liquid.
My body jerked. My arms strained against the
restraints and my legs twitched. I banged my head against
the frame and would have slid to the floor of the tank if
not for the straps. I felt as if I had drunk 30 cups of
coffee; the stress and pressure I felt was beyond belief. I
felt an incredible tension in my joints and muscles, like
all my muscles were clenching at once.
Each twitch or contraction of a muscle was an
interconnect being established between my nervous system and
the Borg implants. Servos activated the implants and they
were taking control of my motion. It felt as if my body was
being turned inside out. After a few minutes, I began
forcing the fluid in and out of my lungs. The metallic
taste was very strong, much like the cum from the drone I
had sucked off. My body stopped jerking after several
minutes. I stopped panicking.
A slight tingling sensation started in my feet.like the
kind of feeling when your legs fall asleep and they're just
waking back up. It quickly spread to my legs and waist. In
my gut I could feel the tickling, prickly feeling creep up
towards the rest of me. It was very odd. It felt warm yet
cold at the same time. The tingling spread to my arms and
my head. The feeling wouldn't go away like normal numbness
- it stayed with me. I lay in the tank for what must have
been more than an hour and then the tingling began to go
away. It was replaced by normal sensation. Without warning
my head started to rise.
I stared out into the room. There was an incredible
pain in my head, neck, and shoulders. It felt as if someone
were driving a stake into my skull. Ghostly images flicked
in and out of my visual field. The noise of the ship and my
surroundings in the tank started to become white noise.
Whispering drifted in above the noise. I began to hear
voices. They were faint at first, discontinuous, and
chaotic. The din slowly grew louder and I wish I could have
shut them out. They got so loud that it hurt, yet I wasn't
actually hearing anything. There were trillions of voices,
all different, each contributing something, but strangely
calm and organized. My mind felt as if it were wrapped in
cotton - my perception of time became unreliable.
Just as the pain was worst, the voices snapped to a
single voice speaking at once in a language I could never
describe to anyone who has not experienced assimilation. It
all began to make sense. The tank, the fluid, the voices...
I was in the final stage of assimilation. My drone-body was
being activated. The last of the implants on the surface of
my skin became operational. Two lights on the sensorscope,
one red and one purple, blinked on an off in random
patterns.
I felt a sudden twitch of my left pec, where the large
plate/display was implanted. The twitching cascaded from my
left pec to my other muscles. The tubes draped across my
body became taut, hoses writhed, servos whirred, muscles
bulged, and my body went rigid. The voices began issuing
strange instructions to me:
Initiate uplink...uplink established. Checking primary
and secondary systems. All systems engaging. Entering
neuromuscular enhancement mode. Format neural interconnect
system. Waiting for status referral. UPLINK TO LEVEL 6
ESTABLISHED. Drone identification number found..initialize
all systems. INITIALIZED. DRONE identification: 6 of 7.
ALL IMPLANTS OPERATIONAL. DRONE ACTIVATION IN 3, 2, 1...6 of
7 HAS BEEN ACTIVATED.
As the instructions flashed across my mind, my vision,
and in my ears.my very thoughts, I felt like I had been
sucked into some extraordinary highway. Objects darted
around me and I around them as I joined the link. The
things that I felt were more mental presence feelings rather
than actual objects - like posts on the road, but I could
feel them.
I stood in the chamber as the liquid drained out of the
tank. I did not breathe. I was completely still. The
sensorscope came online and my perception of the world was
forever altered. Instead of the near perfect vision I had
known, I could now see into the ultraviolet and infrared
spectrum. The underlying layer of subspace that permitted
the existence of the collective flowed through my line of
sight so clearly, I felt as if I could touch it, but I was
no longer in any sort of control of my body.
The containment field deactivated and I stood exposed
to the air of the vessel once again, completely naked and
cold. I was still dripping with the liquid as drones 1 & 3
unlatched the straps and released me from the frame that
held my body. My mouth opened and a very mechanical voice
croaked,
"WE ARE BORG. DRONE, GAY SURGICAL SEXUAL DRONE, 6
of 7, UNIMATRIX 448. HUMAN, GAY MALE, JON SEAGER. AGE AT
ASSIMIMILATION: 22 TERRAN YEARS. ASSIMILATION DURATION:
43 HOURS. ACTIVATING DRONE: 1 OF 5, UNIMATRIX 110.
ACTIVATION COMPLETE."
As I spoke, the other drones parted. With a giant
transition into my new life, I stepped out of the nanoprobe
introduction tank and approached the drone I had sucked off.
His implants perfectly placed, skin perfectly smooth.the god
like body was utter perfection. He was still as gorgeous as
ever, but now I had new insight as to what he was and what
he experienced. 1 of 5's entire purpose as a drone was to
produce nanoprobe cum for the ingestion by a human male
assimilatee. He had no manipulator arm, he had the minimal
amount of necessary implants, and his entire body focused on
one thing and one thing alone: his penis.
His penis was a massive, versatile, intricate piece of
machinery that brought assimilatees into the world of the
Borg. The drone that stood before me was once much like I
had been - but he was not willing. He was created to suck
and be sucked...and I loved what he did to me, yet I hated it
at the same time.
I stood in front of the drone that used to have the
green Speedo and he kissed me one more time. This time, I
kissed back under the full control of the collective. He
ran his down my chest and stomach, passing his hands over my
implants, and then brushed my cock.
I pulled away from 1 of 5 and faced the assimilation
chamber. The instructions I was given were seamless and
instantaneous, feeding the implants and my mind at a
constant rate. I scanned the room with my visual input
system. Bodies lay on tables; fellow drones were
assimilating the rest of the biological prospects that I had
known as my fellow assimilatees. I yearned to be with them
and to touch them, but they were no longer my kin. I was
now a drone.
I was now a drone. A perfect meshing of the biological
and mechanical. My bones were replaced by tritanium alloy,
my muscles intertwined with billions of strands of tensile
material - my entire body had been transformed into an
intricate, perfect and beautiful machine.